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Authors: Fran Heckrotte

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"This is serious, Intunecat. If Cammie’s friends don’t find these women, it could ignite an old feud between the Twins." Arbora said, seriously.

 

The change in the woodland spirits demeanor surprised Intunecat. Rarely, did she give up her optimistic, carefree attitude.

 

"Then by all means, I’ll do what I can to help. Ask your friends to meet me shortly. In the meantime, I’ll see what else I can find out."

 

"I think it would be better if you met with Lilith, instead. She is less hotheaded and more reasonable," Cammie suggested. "Name the time and place."

 

"Time means nothing to me. I'll be waiting in my realm. I've heard of her. If she's as powerful as some say, she'll find the way."

 

Before either could respond, he vanished.

 

"He’s impressive," Cammie said.

 

"He can be," Arbora agreed. "He likes to act the bad ass but he has a soft spot for Mari and a few humans. I’ve never known him to get so personally involved with them before this."

 

"Interesting. Well, I’d better find Lilith. Thanks for all of your help, Arbora, and tell Ursa I said hello."

 

"I think I’ll just keep this little meeting confidential for now. She still thinks you and I had a thing going," laughed the spirit.

 

"She’s very intuitive, isn’t she?" The demoness grinned and then vanished.

 
CHAPTER 19
 
 

 

 

 

 

C
ATRINA WAS FRUSTRATED. Sasha hadn't given her the satisfaction she craved. She needed to release some pent up energy. Calling her housekeeper, she instructed her to send up the new maid that she had hired three weeks earlier. The girl had been a waitress at a restaurant she was dining at with some clients. During the meal, she teased the pretty Hispanic, making her laugh and blush, all the while imagining what it would be like to get her into her bed. Afterwards, she placed a large tip in her hand, along with a business card. On the back was a note offering her a job as a personal maid along with a salary quote she knew the girl couldn't refuse. Now the girl would earn her pay.

 

"What's your name again?"

 

"Helena, ma'am," answered the girl shyly.

 

"Well, Helena. Do you know why I sent for you?"

 

"No, ma'am. It's very late."

 

"Yes, it is and I can't sleep. Come here!"

 

Catrina patted the mattress next to where she was lying. When the girl sat down, Catrina began stroking her long black hair.

 

"You have beautiful hair, Helena. Has anyone ever told you that?"

 

"Si, my boyfriend."

 

"Boyfriend? Such a waste. Men don't know how to treat women. Have you ever been with a woman, Helena?"

 

"No…no, ma'am."

 

"Good. Then you're in for a treat tonight. Remove your clothes."

 

"Please, ma'am. I don't like girls that way."

 

"You don't know what you like. Do as I say."

 

"Ma'am, please. I don't want to do this."

 

"I said remove your clothes. Or do you want me to call in one of my men and have them removed?"

 

"No."

 

Catrina watched the young woman reluctantly take off her dress, slip and underwear.

 

"Good, now get into bed."

 

Frightened, Helena climbed into bed and knelt next to her employer. Catrina settled back onto the sheets spreading her legs.

 

"Eat me," she ordered.

 

"Ms. Drenkova, please. I can't." Helena was frightened.

 

"You can and will and you'll do it right or I'll call in my bodyguards and give you to them. You understand me?"

 

"Ye... yes. What do I do?" Tears streamed down the maid's cheeks.

 

"Well, first you can stop the tears. I don't like weepy little girls. Then you can put your head between my legs and lick my pussy like it was the best thing you ever tasted and I'd better believe it too."

 

Helena knelt down looking at the curly hair. With her finger and thumb she separated the lips and lowered her head. The warm musky scent wasn't unpleasant but when she started to touch the moist skin with her tongue she gagged. Quickly, she looked up to see if Catrina had noticed. The woman's expression frightened her. Swallowing, she leaned down and tried it again, choking back another gag.

 

"SA-MI LINGI PIZDA, TARFA!" Catrina yelled, angered by the girl's obvious revulsion. Terrified, Helena worked her tongue harder. "Good! Very good. Now long slow strokes for awhile and then quick flicks of your tongue," Catrina ordered. "I can't believe your boyfriend never went down on you," she commented disgustedly.

 

Helena continued lapping at the woman's vulva and lips. If she held her breath and thought about her boyfriend, she found she could perform reasonably well. Hopefully, her employer would grow tired of her and let her go back to her room. Then she'd pack her bags and leave at the first opportunity after a good gargle with mouth wash.

 

"Harder!" demanded Catrina. "I want to feel your tongue. I want it buried inside of me."

 

When the maid hesitated, Catrina grabbed the back of her head and pushed her face hard into her groin.

 

"I said harder and deeper. If you don't make me cum soon, I'll make sure my boys at least get the pleasure of those lips and tongue of yours. Do you understand me?"

 

Helena nodded and began working her tongue vigorously over the slick area. When she heard the woman moan, she increased the pressure, stroking the opening rapidly.

 

"Yes, that's it. There... good... yes..." groaned Catrina. "Harder... mmmm... good... good," she gasped.

 

When the orgasm hit, she held the girl's head tightly against her until her muscles relaxed.

 

"Excellent, Helena," she purred, feeling satiated. "I knew you'd be good."

 

"Th... Thank you, ma'am," Helena whispered, wanting to escape as quickly as possible. The taste in her mouth revolted her but she knew better than to show it. "Can I go now, please?"

 

Catrina scowled. "You can go when I say you can go. The night's still young, Helena. Rest for a bit. Then we'll try it again. Do you like the way I taste?"

 

"Ye... Yes ma'am." the maid lied, swallowing back the bile that kept trying to work its way up her throat.

 

"I knew you would think so. What did I tell you? You’re wasting yourself on your boyfriend. If you please me again, I might make you my
special
maid. Would you like that?"

 

"Yes, ma'am," Helena murmured, despondently.

 
CHAPTER 20
 
 

 

 

 

 

B
ELINDA WASN'T SURE where she was but she knew the rocking sensation wasn't from the dizziness she was feeling. Opening her eyes slowly, she squinted into the darkness. The room was a dull metallic gray. Two other women sat on makeshift beds, while a third paced restlessly back and forth in the small cabin. The whore knew immediately she was on some sort of ship and by the sized of the room, it was probably a freighter. Sitting up, she took a mental inventory of her body, searching for signs of abuse but found none. It was obvious she had been abducted. Why, she wasn't sure.

 

"About time you woke up," grumbled the small blonde who had stopped her pacing to look at Belinda.

 

"Where am I?"

 

"Where the fuck do you think you are?"

 

Belinda shrugged, not in the mood to get into a confrontation at the moment.

 

"Look. I'm not into a pissing match. It's obvious we're all in the same boat so how about we try and get along?"

 

Laughing at the irony of the comment, a tall black woman slipped off the bed and walked over to the whore. Holding out her hand, she helped Belinda to her feet.

 

"My name's Smitty and it appears we're on our way to Saudi Arabia or somewhere near there. Seems there are some sheiks that are willing to pay high prices for whores."

 

"What the hell do they want women like us for? I thought they liked sweet young virgins."

 

"Apparently not all of them. One of the guys that brings our food is real informative when you treat him right. I do him a favor, he does me one."

 

"You'd fuck anyone!" the blonde said.

 

"Shut up, Carla. I'm tired of your pissing and moaning."

 

Carla was about to say something when Smitty took a menacing step in her direction. Swallowing, the small woman backed away and gave her a sullen pout.

 

"Don't mind her," Smitty said. "She's new to the business... scared silly. When she settles down, she's actually quite nice."

 

Belinda examined the two women closely and then looked at the third one who had remained quiet during the exchange. Nodding her head toward her, she raised an eyebrow questioningly.

 

"That's Mary Beth. She doesn't talk much. I think she's a little slow, if you know what I mean."

 

"Yeah, I know. So why would anyone go to this trouble for women like us? It doesn't make any sense."

 

"Apparently, these guys appreciate our
expertise
and they know no one's gonna question our disappearance. Even if they did and called the police, the cops wouldn't do much. What's a few missing whores? Less work for them."

 

"Well, my bosses aren't going to like this and they'll do something," Belinda declared, remembering Agra's promise when she first signed up.

 

"
You do your job and stick to the rules and we'll protect you, no matter what,"
Agra said toward the end of the interview. "
You screw up and you're on your own."

 

Belinda believed her. The look in her eyes left no doubt the woman would search heaven and earth for her. Little did she know how true the promise had been.

 

"What can they do? We're outside the police's jurisdiction and no one knows where we're at."

 

"They'll find us. I know they will."

 

"Well, you got more confidence than I do. If you're bosses are that good, then they must have some powerful connections. Personally, I think we're screwed and are going to have to make the best of it."

 

"Maybe. Until then, I'm betting on my bosses."

 

The sound of someone outside the door interrupted their conversation. As the door swung inward, a young sailor stepped inside and looked around. Pointing to Smitty, he waved his hand for her to follow.

 

"Captain wants to see yah," he murmured.

 

Winking at Belinda, Smitty strolled out the door without commenting. Apparently, the whore was familiar with the Captain.

 

Walking to an empty cot, Belinda lay down and closed her eyes, feeling tired. As she dozed off, the image of Agra flashed through her mind, giving her a sense of comfort.

 
CHAPTER 21
 
 

 

 

 

 

T
HE TRIP TO THE warehouse district gave Dakota and Yemaya a few leads. Several companies had international affiliations. Anyone involved in the sex-trade industry would have to have connections overseas in order to smuggle women out of the States and into another country. Writing down names and addresses, she had called her brother to see if he or Reymone could dig up additional information about any of them. Her brother's lover was a genius at researching the Internet and had developed an entire worldwide network of people willing to assist him whenever he needed information.

 

"I doubt if we can do much more now," Yemaya said.

 

"Yeah. Let's get a bite to eat and then head on back to the apartment. I think both of us could use a little rest."

 

"Sounds good to me."

 

Several hours later, Yemaya was awakened by her cell phone ringing.

 

"Lysanne."

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